After dusk, the moon rises to the willows.

The moon is halfway up, rising from the horizon early and hanging in the blue sky. The sun has not yet set, and red and orange floats in the west, and the dusk does not shine, showing an intoxicating coral color.

There is an old locust tree in the clean and tidy courtyard with twisted branches and trunks upwards, and the canopy is like an umbrella. There is a wooden table under the shade of the tree, and there are pens, ink, paper and ink.

After writing, Ning Chang'an used a ruler to press the pages of the ink marks and entered the room.

The square hall is furnished in a simple and without any extra embellishment. Ning Changan opened the drawer and took out three picture albums.

The handwriting on the cover of the album is thin and strong, so thin that it does not lose its flesh and is graceful.

"The Imperial Palace Poem", "Journey to the West", "Journey to the East"

After leaving the room, Ning Chang'an walked under the locust tree. The ink traces were already dry. Ning Chang'an picked up his pen and wrote five words on the album.

"Marvel's Cultivator"

After putting four albums into the bed, Ning Chang'an was discharged from the hospital and closed down.

Walking through the market, the shouts and greetings of vendors overlapped, and Ning Chang'an entered the tea house.

"Ningtou, the croaker you want, four cents of silver"

Ning Chang'an took the tea leaves containing the geese and opened the wooden box.

The tender fragrance of tea leaves at the nose is new tea.

"Not bad", with a word of praise, shelve the four cents of silver on the counter.

"Xie Ningtou, I'll get the money." The shopkeeper put away the silver.

After passing the market, Ning Chang'an appeared at the other end of the village.

Through the mountains and forests, the dirt road spreads along the mountains. When the night falls completely, Ning Chang'an enters an ancient temple in the mountains.

The magnificent buildings of the past have long been passed by the years, and the fields are full of bleakness. The breeze at night and fine dust are flying in the sky.

Spider silk covered the surrounding corners, with mottled rain marks remaining between the walls, and wild vines grew wildly along the broken doors and windows. Ning Chang'an entered, and a crow flew into the night sky with shaking his wings. A fat mouse sank into the darkness.

Following the mossy bluestone strip Ning Chang'an to the side of the well in the backyard, the person stepped forward and disappeared into the cold moonlight.

A strange world appears in Ning Chang'an's sight.

The dark red moon hangs low in the sky, giving people a sense of unreality that can be picked at all. Ning Chang'an is standing in the market under the red moon.

The red moon light is like the blue star neon lights that Ning Chang'an used to be, projecting all kinds of people in the market extremely clearly.

There were people coming and going but there was no noise. On both sides of the narrow streets were shops of different sizes. Looking at the market under the red moon, Ning Chang'an still felt like everything was like a dream.

Half a year ago, Ning Chang'an was also a master's student at the Blue Star Capital Academy of Fine Arts. He was sketching in the wild and was suddenly hit by thunderstorm.

When he woke up, he became a constable in Chentang County, Dayu.

It doesn't matter how it came about. What's important is that Ning Chang'an discovered that this is a world full of monsters and ghosts, with gods and Taoisms. From the perspective of mortals, Ning Chang'an's mind is filled with all unknown dangers, diseases, natural disasters, man-made disasters, and its own insignificance. There is no pleasure of a time traveler.

The mentality is completely broken.

Ning Changan, who had not been infected with demons a month later, had not encountered demons, nor had he seen the Taoist priest come out of the mountain, had just adapted to his environment.

The current Red Moon World is Ning Chang'an adapting to the environment, and accidentally entering and discovering it while outing in the suburbs.

Thirsty and want to get well water, step in.

Why you can enter is not important, it may have something to do with your own lightning strike and time travel. Perhaps this special ability is Ning Changan's plug-in.

Many things always break through the limits of imagination.

Red Moon Market is a strange little world.

The market only opens once a month, and only once a single shop can exchange items. You can get a lot of things when you exchange items. Of course, it will not be ordinary objects!

Mastering the rules and being familiar with the market, Ning Chang'an has become a frequent visitor to the Red Moon Market.

I am familiar with the road, and I enter the shop No. 13, Jiazi, Ningchang'an.

A forty-year-old sleepy woman sat behind the counter.

The woman's surname is Meng, and Ning Chang'an is Meng Po.

Ning Chang'an entered, Meng Po, whose eyes were drooping, opened her eyes and became energetic.

"Xiao Ning is here, brings a refreshing album"

Ning Changan nodded and handed her hand-painted "The Palace of the Empress" to Meng Po.

After traveling through time, Ning Chang'an confirmed that the Kingdom of Yu was a world where immortal martial arts became enlightened, and had nothing to do with the history of the Blue Star he had lived in.

Meng Po likes palace fighting. This is what Ning Chang'an learned from the old Taoist market shop that he had to watch the dishes and prepare dishes. Ning Chang'an modified the classic films and TV series such as "My Fair Princess" and "The Legend of Zhen Huan" into the album of "The Imperial Palace" from his rich theme library.

"The Imperial Palace Poem" has such a meaning, Meng Po turned the page.

The first page, the heart-wrenching lyrics make people feel swaying.

...Let us be companions in the world, live freely and freely, ride horses and share the prosperity of the world...

Meng Po’s eyes became brighter and had a sense of picture.

Turn on the second page.

Horses galloping on the vast grassland, the emperor bent his bow and shot the eagle, counting the romantic figures in the world. Princes and princesses are eager to try.

Page 3;

The emperor rode his horse, chasing the middle of the bow and arrow, and the arrow was like a meteor, but hit a transformed nine-tailed fox;

The fingers gently rubbed the page, Meng Po was satisfied, "The fox came out of the cave, the world was not peaceful, the phoenix came to the world, and the universe determined harmony, this is a sign of a good story."

"It's still Xiao Ning has the ability and has the ability to learn literature. Tell me, what kind of exercises are needed?"

"The martial arts of the world are only fast and not broken"

"Sword technique must be domineering, strong, simple and fast," Ning Changan spoke out clearly.

Meng Po stood up, stepped on the bench and opened the two drawers behind her, with numbers 1 and 2.

The two yellowed books are not thick, and each is estimated to have more than 40 pages.

""One-word Sword Technique", "Great Light Sword""

The principle of a market is free exchange, no matter whether it is the reason, no matter whether it is the identity or the source.

Ning Chang'an takes the sword score.

"The sword walks in one line, and the sword technique is appropriate." Ning Chang'an was satisfied.

"Xie Mengpo, come again in the second half of the year and bring you "The Fox's Beacon Fire Showing the Princes""

"Xiao Ning walks slowly," Meng Po nodded and watched Ning Chang'an leave the shop.

After walking two steps forward, a sound of a slamming sound of the door closing came from behind.

Take "Joint West", Ning Chang'an walked forward for a half-mile and entered the shop No. 7 of Bingzi.

The shop is actually a blacksmith shop. The fire is red, and the shirtless blacksmith's arms are erected in the air to pull out a curve. The hammer falls, and the jingling sounds overlap closely.

The blacksmith's surname is Wu and his name is Wu Gang, and he is in his thirties.

Blacksmiths like to read biography of ghosts and gods, which is also the information Ning Chang'an got from the old Taoist mouth of Hongyue Market.

Ning Chang'an entered, the sound of the hammer stopped, the blacksmith wiped his sweat, and his eyes fell on Ning Chang'an's "Joint West".

"A monkey's extraordinary road, the way to prove the truth, "Joint West"" Ning Chang'an opened his remarks and gave the album to the blacksmith.

The blacksmith is dull and doesn't like talking. She opens the first page of the album with her sweaty fingers.

In the long yellow sand, a monkey carries an iron stick on his shoulder and looks back at the ruined ancient city swallowed by the wind and sand. He holds a banana in his other hand. Behind the monkey is a pig demon, a water monster and his horse-riding monk.

The four of them walked, but the monkey showed a kind of bleakness and loneliness. The eyes were melancholy, and there was a pain in the nostalgia, and it seemed... it seemed to contain the relief of enlightenment from the great way.

A blacksmith has never seen a picture album like this.

That kind of loneliness, the same feeling, that kind of enlightenment, I lack it!

“What to exchange?”

"Jingzhe Sword".

Ning Chang'an pointed his finger at a heavy sword displaying behind the blacksmith.

There are various styles of weapons in the corner. The long sword is simple, the sword body is wide and thick, the double blades are arc-shaped, and the animal face is decorated, which is very similar to the King Fuchai Sword of King Ning Chang'an saw in the history textbook.

"No", the blacksmith refused quickly, but did not return "Joint West" to Ning Chang'an.

Ning Chang'an took out the album "Traveling to the East".

Turn on the first page.

Ning Changan, who has solid sketching skills, adopted a three-dimensional painting method, which makes the lines in the picture strong, clear and layered.

The blue sea surging, eight immortals each use their gods to pass through the sea. Some step on flying swords, some sit on flower baskets, some cross the river with a reed, and some lotus leaves are used as boats...

The blacksmith gasped, "This cultivation level has entered the celestial phenomena!"

The two albums have different styles, "Joining the West" is weird, and "Joining the East" is fairy-like.
To be continued...